This RP is open to all shop trolls. Trolls are not required to roll and may post as frequently as desired. Posts containing rolls must have at least two sentences of RP to be counted. If trolls interact with others and reach 500 words doing so, this RP can be counted for 1 RP point. Each roll does not have to take place on a new night in character and can be considered as continuing immediately after the previous action.
The Civisect Rehabilitation and Counseling Center sits squat among the other new, glistening buildings of the city of Civisect. As one of the first structures to be built after the destruction of the former Old Hemisect, the complex defines the layout of the surrounding neighborhood. The building is large, rectangular and sterile in appearance, but the decorative trees and shrubbery surrounding it have finally started to fill in.
The interior of the building is no-less formal in its lack of decoration. The front lobby is the homiest part of the establishment, featuring upholstered chairs for waiting and at least two potted plants. The receptionist greets you cheerily, albeit with an expression that says she hasn’t stopped smiling in a very long time. "Hello, and welcome to the Civisect Rehabilitation Center! We're so pleased you're allowing us to assist you, with you! Please sign this!"
Civisect Rehab Center
Civisect Rehabilitation and Counselling Center
Name: Caste:
Reason for Participation:
I accept responsibility as a participant of the Civiesect Rehabilitation and Counseling Center’s Voluntary Cognitive Restructuring Program and that my potentially limited capacity for recovery is not a reflection on the Alternian Military or its associates.
Signature: _____________
Upon filling out your assigned paperwork, you’re given a short tour of the building by a waiting orderly. The Rehabilitation Center is laid out like a cross between a convention center and a hotel. There are recuperacoons and a cafeteria available to those staying overday at the center, but many of the rooms are empty save for sets of chairs set up for discussion or other quiet activities. You are eventually lead to a bulletin board covered in papers dictating the schedule for the night.
The wavers you signed explained that every night there are a variety of therapeutic activities taking place throughout the Center. As part of your therapy you are required to participate in the Rehabilitation Center’s community. You have also been handed a small journal in which to record your thoughts and feelings as you progress through your treatment.
Every day you may roll 1d20 to determine your assigned activity, which must be completed before moving on. Trolls RPing together may roll 1d20 between them so as to not be split up.
After participating in 10 dice rolls and qualifying for a growth point (interaction with another troll, plus 500 words of RP), you may quote the mule to begin your exit interview.
WARNING: Depending on your performance in therapy and exit interview, you may be "recommended for inpatient treatment" and not allowed to leave.
Patient Dice Table
1.
Journal Entry – Alternia is a wide and vicious world set within an even wider and more unforgiving galaxy. What do you fear most in this world? What steps have you taken to overcome these fears? In what ways do you believe you are progressing?
2.
Activity – You’re pulled aside from the main group during Emotionally Expressive Crafting Hour. The doctor at your side shows you a booklet containing photos of trolls taken so candidly, many of them don’t appear to have realized they were having their pictures taken. “Do you recognize any of these individuals?” The doctor asks you without the barest hint of a question mark in his voice. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately considering the vague context of this conversation, you do. The doctor waits for you to respond.
3.
Journal Entry – How did you first encounter the rebellion? What methods were used to draw you in? How did you feel then, versus how you feel looking back on the moment? What would you have done differently?
4.
Presentation – Tonight you find yourself in a theater. While it’s significantly smaller than the public cinema, it’s also much cleaner and with larger seats. The size, as it turns out, is meant to accommodate the seatbelts, as you are taken to your assigned chair and strapped in securely. “It’s for your own safety,” the orderly assures you. “You need to watch the whole thing so that no one else gets hurt unnecessarily.” The film lineup for tonight is a plethora of public service announcements on the importance of obeying social mores. The tone ranges from saccharine to shock-horror. There is apparently a thin line between proper caste etiquette and the bloody collapse of society.
5.
Presentation – There is a slideshow being presented in the main hall. Calm, buzzy music plays in the background while the presenter silently clicks through the towering images. Each one is a crime scene photo of the wreckage left in the wake of rebel activity. You can see the orderlies at the doors shift uncomfortably as images of burning Old Hemisect buildings click by.
6.
Journal Entry – As small and insignificant as rebellious activity has been over the course of Alternian history, the associated thoughts of rebellion continue to persist, even if only as memories. Write about your experiences with treasonous thoughts. Why are these thoughts bad?
7.
Activity – The Rehabilitation Center puts specific emphasis on the importance of expression oneself through art. This night’s assigned art project is to draw maps of locations associated with significant events in your life. You’re told the idea is to “explore” the kind of behavior that would eventually lead you to the doors of the Center. The observing doctors seem particularly invested in this activity.
8.
Presentation – Tonight is movie night in the Rehabilitation Center’s theater. As you’re strapped into your seat, the orderly announces that tonight’s film will be a documentary titled “The Science of Color.” The film covers the differences between castes that makes each of them best suited to their roles in society. The soundtrack is calming, but set to scenes of seemingly endless rows of redbloods working in enormous factories.
9.
Journal Entry – Lusus Naturae are a staple of Alternian culture. Everyone owes their upbringing to a specific animal in their life. For better or for worse, you wouldn’t be alive tonight without them. In what ways has your lusus been influenced by the actions that have brought you to the Rehabilitation Center?
10.
Activity – Tonight the folding chairs in the main hall are arranged in a wide circle. You’re planted in one of the chairs and told tonight’s activity will be about rebuilding communal ties that may have been severed via rebellious activity. You’re told to tell each other why their continued support of the empire is important to not just their physical safety, but their improvement as a person.
11.
Activity – Tonight’s activity involves roleplaying. One of the orderlies has been instructed to promote rebel propaganda. Your task is to practice debunking their thoughtless libel against the empire or turn them in to the appropriate authorities. Physical subjugation is technically allowed, but not recommended.
12.
Journal Entry – Your participation in the Civiesect Rehabilitation and Counseling Center’s Voluntary Cognitive Restructuring Program is indicative of sound individual judgement, which proves promising for your ability to succeed within the Program. Comparatively, when have you shown instances of poor judgement? Were the decisions yours or the fault of another? Have you been pressured into dangerous thoughts and actions by a similarly misinformed individual?
13.
Presentation – Thankfully the straps on the Rehabilitation Center’s theater seating seem to usually serve as a formality. Tonight, however, this is not the case. The film tonight is a bizarre amalgam of horrific footage of war and violence rapidly interspersed with photos of scavenged remains of rebel camps and propaganda. There is no narration, just a low, rhythmic humming. Occasionally the screen flashes an unnatural pink color. Someone sitting behind you is whimpering.
14.
Activity – It’s arts and crafts time again. Tonight’s instructions are to draw pictures of places you would use to meet other trolls and gain a sense of community. Even if the community in question is small and flawed in ways that would lead to your suffering and the suffering of other larger, more steadfast communities, it’s important to remember these places. You’re told that drawing such locations will help bring closure to such painful memories and remind yourself to avoid such mistakes in the future.
15.
Activity – The importance of expressing one’s emotions through physical activities is a tent pole of Alternian society. Usually the outlet of choice is violence, but today it’s basketball. You’re lead outside to an asphalt court and provided with bins of balls and colored jerseys. The orderlies watching you don’t bother to allocate teams, but do shout at anyone spotted slacking off on the edge of the court.
16.
Activity – The chairs in the main hall are arranged into pairs facing each other scattered throughout the room. The space between them is wide enough to symbolize privacy from other participants while allowing the doctors and orderlies room to walk around. You’re told to pair up with another participant and tell each other about the progress you’re making in your therapy. Seeing the progress of others will encourage you to try harder in your own development. Competition is also an important tent pole of society.
17.
Activity – You’re lead out to the asphalt sport court behind the Rehabilitation Center. A chalk line has been drawn down its center, and on that line sits a row of rubber balls. Tonight you will be channeling your residual mental and emotional pain into dodgeball. Several more orderlies stand on the edges of the court than usual, all armed with first-aid kits.
18.
Activity – The chairs in the main hall are once again arranged in a circle. Someone has decorated the area with paper streamers and various Alternian flags and military crests pasted along the walls. Tonight everyone is to discuss ways in which Alternia is not only great, but how its greatness may be increased through the efforts of its people. There is a tray of pink and green frosted sugar cookies available to those who have particularly good points.
19.
Activity – The main hall is cleared of chairs for tonight. Instead the only furniture are standard-issue combat training dummies lined up in a neat row. You are to explain to the dummy as loudly and crudely as you feel appropriate what you think of those that would jeopardize the safety and reputation of the Alternian people. Then you are to punch the dummy in the mouth. You’re allowed to take as many turns as you like so long as you’re willing to return to the back of the line.
20.
??? – Quote the mule.
If you are merely a troll who is interested in touring the facility, you are in luck! While you may sign up as a patient under false pretenses, you may also acquire a Visitor’s Badge and traverse the faculty under the kind surveillance of the many cameras and workers milling around the Rehabilitation and Counseling Center. There are a few areas that are restricted, such as the film viewing blocks, medical distribution zones and solitary assistance blocks.
Every day you may roll 1d10, the result of which can be found in the dice table below. Keep track of the total sum of your rolls. You may not roll a D20 for patient activities if in the same day you have rolled a D10 for visitor activities. Patients who have been sent to the Rehabilitation Center due to criminal activities or who have turned themselves in for such may not roll as a patient until they are allowed to leave.
When your total for Visitor rolls (does not include patient activities) equals or surpasses 300, quote the mule.
Visitor Dice Table:
1.
You walk past the courtyard. Patients are playing dodgeball out here! You get a bit too close and get smacked in the face.
2.
The Center’s designated dining block is small and sterile. The apple juice is watery and the cookies are frosted with white and pastel icing in the form of Alternian fauna and flora.
3.
Passing through the halls, you feel as though you’ve been going in circles for sweeps… You stop to appreciate some of the artwork on the walls. There are a lot of burning houses and masked trolls depicted…
4.
An orderly tells you to move out of the way in a very brusque manner, and shortly after someone carts a troll through who has been strapped down into a four-wheeled device. They don’t appear to be a threat, but they’re certainly treating them like one!
5.
You just so happen to read the charts of a patient as you pass by a vacated counter. Who knew “Penchant for garish, mismatched socks” was a symptom of rebellious thought patterns?
6.
There’s a wiggler’s block over here. Lusii are comforting their young while other trolls sit alone.
7.
Walking past the domicile blocks, you run into an orderly changing the sheets. When peering into the block you note the simple utilitarian design and soothing ocean landscape on this particular block’s wall. Comforting.
8.
Out in the courtyard, you watch some of the patients play a game called “Four Quadrants” with a rubber ball. It’s getting pretty intense!
9.
Dr. Resmem walks by briskly with a clipboard and disappears down a hall. She has lots of places to go and people to see!
10.
It’s one of the patient’s wriggling days today! Dr. Resmem presents them with store-bought cupcakes “baked fresh from the dining block” and you manage to get your hands on one. Don’t eat the plastic toy on top.
Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2014 5:21 pm
Original Rehab Center Intro
The flyers were everywhere, just weeks after the wreckage of Old Hemisect was swept away. A "Rehabilitation Center" was unheard of on Alternia. The only options for trauma care until this point were "crying to your moirail," and "sucking it up." What was this facility meaning to gain from counseling those affected by the conflict? Rebels and royalists alike examined the promotional pamphlets with piqued curiosity and no small amount of suspicion. Could the Alternian government really be trying to help ease the pain of its citizens? Trolls of all alliances had a vested interest in finding out.
This mini-event is an ORP with CYOA elements. Anyone can post regardless of their participation in the summer meta. There are no penalties for late arrivals or missed prompts. An RP point may be earned if RP requirements are met.
If requirements for growth (kids to teens) are met, you may use this event as a growth quest. PM the mule if you would like to do this.
The Rehabilitation Center is stark, but immense considering the speed with which it was erected in the aftermath of the battle of Old Hemisect.
Not that it was a battle, the staff reply cheerily to those who refer to it as such. It was "an incident," between the squatters and the construction crews. The military simply headed off the rabble before they could do more harm to the city. The military even established this institution to help ease the people of this region through the transition of Old Hemisect into its beautiful, new form.
"HELLO, and welcome to the Old Hemisect Rehabilitation Center! We're so pleased you're allowing us to assist you through these tough times... Please sign this!"
OHC Rehab Center
Old Hemisect Rehabilitation and Counselling Center
Name: Caste:
Reason for Participation:
I accept responsibility as a participant of the Old Hemisect Rehabilitiation Program and that my potentially limited capacity for recovery is not a reflection on the Alternian Military or its associates.
Signature: _____________
The front desk is the cheeriest part of the Rehabilitation Center, complete with the perkiest receptionist available. Her instructions to you as she checks you in have clearly been rehearsed a thousand times, but she still completes the progress with gusto, and soon enough, you're shepherded through the hallway on your right, further into the building.
An older troll dressed in hemotyped scrubs looks down at you as you enter the main hall. He seems reluctant to converse with you, but manages a slight nod towards the center of the room, indicating that you're in the right place.
The Old Hemisect Rehabilitation Center is certainly new. It smells of paint and drywall as much as it does antiseptic and latex. As large as the complex is, every corridor seems to somehow lead back to the main hall. It's a large room with not enough furniture to keep the sterile atmosphere at bay. Still it contains many folding chairs, usually positioned in a ring at the room's center, and some tables scattered around the perimeter. There's plenty of paper and pens and markers on every flat surface. The walls are covered mostly in bulletin boards, which are in turn covered in local newsletters and inspirational quotes.
There are multiple doors into this room, which lead to hallways, most of which contain rows of tiny respiteblocks for out-of-town patients in need of a free place to spend the day throughout their participation in the course. There's an orderly standing at every exit.
Session #1 The next RP prompt will be posted Oct. 23rd. Surveys can be answered at any point in your RPing before the next prompt is posted.
Tonight the therapy hall was visited by Dr. Resmem, a blueblooded woman in a hemotyped labcoat with glasses that hooked onto her horns, rather than her ears. After corralling the room's folding chairs into a circle of a very specific circumference, she set to work explaining her role as mediator of the Rehabilitation Center's group therapy ward.
"Yes, yes, hello everyone, it is very nice to be joined by you all this evening..." She paused to make sure she made deliberate eye-contact with everyone in the room. "I know, I know, when you hear the word 'doctor' you must think of 'injections,' and 'bone saws,' and 'rusty lung plague,' but I assure you, I'm here for you."
Another eye-contact break, this time interrupted by a sudden realization.
"Oh! Oh no, I'm not here for your organs--I'm not that kind of doctor--I'm here for your minds. Wait, not that kind of doctor either. I mean I'm here for you... emotionally.
"I know there has been quite a lot of activity in Old Hemisect lately! A lot of change. And change can be difficult for a lot of people! So the Alternian military has sent me here to this facility to help you all adjust.
"Now, that said, I'm not going to pile too much information onto your thinkpans tonight. Instead I'm going to leave these surveys here with you, and you can give me a read on where you all stand in terms of your comfort level with current events, and we can work from there." Dr. Resmem waved over an orderly carrying a stack of papers and smiled at the room. "See? I'm not such a bad guy."
The orderly handed out surveys while Dr. Resmem pointed. Once content that everyone had received a paper, she made a beeline for one of the exits.
"Now I'll leave now so you don't feel pressured to pick a particular answer. I'll be back later after looking over your responses and planning accordingly. Then we can discuss the recent happenings in greater detail."
Dr. Resmem looked thoughtful for a moment, then clapped her hands together as she was struck with another realization.
"Ah! That's right. You all..." She made a squiggly motion with a finger in the direction of the group, "Should discuss! Group discussion! Nothing too serious, as I won't be in the room. Don't want to upset anyone without proper supervision. Introduce yourselves! Tell at least one person your name, and a hobby of yours."
And with that, the Dr. had left.
Patient Survey of the OHC Rehab Center
TONIGHT I LEARNED:
a) Doctors and their dedication to the progress of society are paragons of troll culture. b) Alternia's care and consideration for the well-being of her citizens is a source of inspiration in trying times. c) Trolls should have access to platforms in which their voices can be heard without fear of repercussions from authority figures. d) The Empire's continuous quest for expansion will ensure its own downfall when the lowblooded classes tear themselves free of society's foundation and collapse the system beneath its own weight.
An orderly with an envelope stared you down as you completed your worksheet.
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2014 12:26 pm
The mental wounds were all still fresh, but Ganyma was pristine. There were no marks of his time in the rebel clutch. Backlash from the explosions had been shed, and even the marks from cutting hail and dangerous weather of the desert incident had disappeared from his skin. After the OHC resident, Ganyma was a clean slate. He still didn’t understand it, but hell, he didn’t really understand much of anything at this point in his life. Once the heli-lift had ascended from Old Hemisect, Ganyma’s memory resolved to completely vivid, flashbulb moments.
Captain Puchen keeping him at arms-length, finally dropping her weapon to allow the other military members to train theirs at him instead. The tense ride above the city – her volatile questioning, and his inability to bring himself to speak. He wanted to give her answers, but he wasn’t sure he had them himself. He was distracted, anyway, by the destruction down below. The city was very carefully, strategically, picked apart. A block at a time was leveled, a base of interest was completely gone. But then, some areas were pristine – relatively speaking. Reconstruction crews of fully armed Imperial drones dismantled rebel lodgings easily. The visual of their ostentatious armor, swarming like fire ants, was curious to the troll. Once the heli-lift touched down, he was seized. Puchen was seized. Weapons on both of them now – Puchen’s barking orders now unheard by her subordinates as they were dragged away in different directions. Ganyma would never forget the realization that he would be culled. And then, everything changed.
Captain Puchen had lied to him. She was out of line, and she had been punished. He was very lucky to be spared by her after her explosive—we didn’t mean that to be a pun, Mr. Callow – actions. Unfortunately, the event has caused his memory to be quite unstable due to his trauma, no doubt. The government had a few questions. Things he saw, people he associated with. Rebels – did we say rebels? We meant rabble. Ganyma would have to be set straight – everything was truly very confusing. It wasn’t his fault, after all. But great fortune! He would have the opportunity to reform. Finally, he could return to life as usual. The only thing he had to do was go to the rehabilitation center, take the course, and report back.
Ganyma was a distressingly unreliable rebel witness, but he wasn’t completely useless. There was something in that thick skull that was worth extracting, and shaking up the rebels by putting one of their own in the spotlight was a baiting technique with little risk. So, as quickly as the rehabilitation center was established and open for new patients, Ganyma was there. A representative of the military came with him and left inconspicuously. He looked haggard, but otherwise healthy. His hair had grown out on both sides, and his form was covered with loose-fitting black clothes issued by the military. Even forgoing his withdrawn posture, he looked shorter and less assuming than he ever had.
Ganyma looked at the sign-in sheet and hesitated. His handwriting was slow and wobbly. He took his time with each section, even though he had very little to write. Name. Ganyma Callow. Caste. Teal. Reason for Participation…? Ganyma put his pen to the paper and stopped. He made a line, and halted again. Finally, the words “Mental Health” appeared on the paper. He found himself alone in the therapy hall before others started filing in. He didn’t pay much attention to anyone. Dr. Resmem came and left, and Ganyma didn’t want to be the first to introduce himself. He fidgeted and looked at his lap. He had this survey, though. He might as well fill it out.
His gaze flitted between B and C. Prior to the incident, he would certainly choose the latter option. Independence and allowance of self-reliance was something that he thought he understood. The concept of doctors was still new to Ganyma. Private health workers were often employed for those who could afford it, but… This move by the government was so… Caring? He’d been treated well since being taken in by the royalists, after all. His time on the rebel side wasn’t so much filled with inspiration and assistance on such an individual level as this. Not to mention the preoccupation with sacrificing the many for the few elite, which – his representative had assured him – was a purely treasonous thought pattern exhibited by the dissenters. Ganyma chose B.
Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2014 10:47 pm
Why was he even here? Sly had insisted that he go, for his "mental health". But when did Vulpin have to listen to Sly, anyways? Vulpin shrugged in his seat. To be honest, he was feeling mentally healthy. Well, compared to his normal state. Perhaps there was an extra dash of cynicism mixed in, but perhaps he just woke up on the wrong side of the recuperacoon. No, this had little to do with his mental state.
He was here out of curiosity. Why on Alternia would the royalists feel compelled to stage such a show? A "rehabilitation" or whatever they called it. It was unheard of, unnecessary. There was a game being played here, and Vulpin wanted in on it.
Of course, on the paper he wrote something completely different. "Therapy" was the word he had chosen. Vulpin liked one word responses, especially ones that didn't garner any questions from the intrusive staff.
In the therapy ward, Vulpin analyzed the doctor with an unfazed glare. He did his best to not look intimidating, but intimidating was typically the natural state of his face. She was very nervous and it made her words appear more genuine, but Vulpin wasn't letting his guard down. Of course they would hire a good actor for this role, someone sickeningly sweet to trap in unsuspecting trolls. He refused to buy into it.
She left the room, but her presence was still there among the orderlies. Vulpin had a hard time breaking away from a staring contest with one orderly to fill out his survey. He nibbled on his writing utensil for a moment before catching himself. He hated when he did that. He was acting like Sly, and it was awful. Vulpin eyed the woofbeast laying beside his chair. Sly looked at him and wagged his tail. Vulpin scoffed.
Vulpin read over the survey. Option D stuck out to him. It was rather eloquent in its description and Vulpin liked that. But he wasn't an idiot. He wasn't going to get into trouble over a simple survey. Option A was clearly the "right" answer in this case, but Vulpin wasn't a kiss a** either. Option B seemed like good middle ground. He circled the letter and handed off the survey.
He returned to his seat and eyed the group. It was a particularly sad bunch of trolls by the looks of it, but what else could he have expected? Anyways, what was he supposed to do again? Introduce himself? Well, he did remember the doctor saying that he only had to introduce himself to one person...
He turned to the nearest troll, a towering tealblood with a pained expression. "Hey," Vulpin said to the teen. His tone was curt and he hardly turned towards the midblood while speaking. "I'm Vulpin."
There. That was enough information. As long as he said enough to look like he was following the doctor's orders, that was good enough. No last names, no hobbies. Truly, the tealblood was lucky he even got Vulpin's real name. Vulpin folded his arms and leaned back in his chair, trying to get comfortable in the seat.
Vulpin chose B.
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Ganyma looked up from his paper. He pushed his shaggy hair behind his horn and looked straight at the orangeblood who sat next to him, remembering his face and name. “Vulpin?”
He was young. Ganyma would have to get used to that at some point. “I’m Ganyma. Nice to meet you.” Shifting idly back to his paper, Ganyma folded a V-shaped crease in one of the corners with his fingers. From the shape of his horns to the sour expression on his face, Vulpin was sharp and short. Ganyma didn’t have much to go on from the troll’s introduction, so he figured he’d break the ice. Dr. Resmem told them to do so, anyway.
“So… Hobbies, right?” He paused and put his large hands together in his lap, kneading at his palms. He had yet to grow accustomed to their new feeling – the scars, nicks and landmarks of his many tussles over the sweeps had receded with his newfound ability. He never realized he’d missed them. They were the proof of his exploits. “I like wrestling.”
He looked back to Vulpin, not particularly aware of his closed-off body language. “What about you… Vulpin? Do you… Did you live around here?”
Ouch. Ganyma didn’t realize that any Old Hemisect resident would have a sore spot for the topic. His advisors had suggested he get to know the other patients, but he had no idea where to start. Ganyma fumbled with his paper, smoothing out the crease with a thumb and index finger while looking back and forth from Vulpin to the others in the group.
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2014 1:13 pm
Forera spent a little too long pouring herself over her sign up sheet.
Forera Serpen, tealblood... Reason? Well, she wasn't as happy as before. Should she put 'not happy'? That sounded a bit bad though. Um... "Head not working right?" "Forever sad?" She took a peek at the person who was working on their paper next to her, blinking at the words "Mental Stability" and deciding that sounded smart enough. So she scribbled it down in her quick but bold handwriting, handed it to the receptionist, and moved into the room, thankful she was wearing a jacket.
As soon as she entered the room, she saw Vulpin's face before anyone else's, and her pump biscuit expanded with relief— she wouldn't be alone here. She had someone she knew there. Someone who'd been there for her before, at least for a little while. Even if they teased eachother, that last moment before they had to run, before Forera decided to pull out of the final battle... He had shown genuine care for her. At least, what she thought was genuine care. Who knew. taking a paper offered, Forera looked over the answers and quickly picked whatever sounded nice, but not too nice, y'know? B. She didn't even read the question. She hated reading.
Taking no notice to the hulking figure Vulpin had started talking to, Forera walked up and sat next to the orangeblood, tired eyes looking at him suspiciously, mouth curling into a halfhearted grin. "Heya, Vulp. Ya built any new forts for me ta destroy?" It was only when she saw his body slightly inclined to the troll next to him that she decided to look at the troll he seemed to be talking to.
Her eyes widened. Oh no.
No. No nononoNO.
Forera looked at Ganyma with wide, disbelieving eyes, mouth opening, bottom lip trembling. "W-wh-what..." She whispered, looking as if she'd just seen a ghost— "W-what are y-you doing here..." She exclaimed, eyes watering, rubbing them hard so that the tears in them wouldn't spill, her pump-biscuit going ba-donk-a-donk all over her chest. "Ganyma... I..." She didn't know how to react. Happy he was alright? Mad he never told her anything? Sad he looked so... Empty? He was practically the source of all her mental problems, now that she thought about it.
So why couldn't she just forget? She could've just ignored him, dismissed him completely, but... She didn't. He was her friend... His place as a rebel had made Forera think about why the rebellion was something that needed to be a thing. How ignorant she was, blissful and excited. She wanted to forget everything, to be brainwashed, but she couldn't just... do that. She needed to take action. Forera needed to change. For the better? She didn't know. She just knew she needed to become more aware of her surroundings, and not let herself be swayed by whatever looked nicer.
Ganyma looked tired. His haggard appearance made him seem older, and not in a good way. Kinda like an old man. What happened to his hair? She liked and planned to get the same style he had ever since he shaved it. Why... Was he so different? She looked at Vulpin and then sighed, looking down. She could tell him she was on his side now...? But he looked way different, like he was going to break any second. Maybe something happened on the battlefield... She hadn't gone. So she didn't know...
Having heard a little of their conversation from before, Forera decided to try and smile a little. "I like wrestling too!" She said with a chuckle, though both of them knew that already— especially Ganyma.
Vulpin observed the teen from the corner of his eyes. He was a simple troll, and visibly broken by trauma. Something had happened to this troll in battle, Vulpin was sure of it. But something was off, something was missing. Vulpin squinted at him. That's it, the tealblood didn't have any wounds. Vulpin bit the inside of his cheek. Could his first impression have been wrong? Maybe this troll wasn't one of the fighters?
Nonetheless, even in this sorry state he looked incredibly useful. Weak of mind, easy to fool and command, and strong enough to put up a serious fight. Ganyma, was it? Vulpin was sure to log that away in the back of his thinkpan. Who knows, maybe one day he'd have a use for a muscleman like him.
Another voice chimed into the conversation. Vulpin groaned sarcastically at the sound of Forera's voice. He was hoping that he could ignore her completely and she'd leave him be, but in retrospect that was asking too much of Forera, wasn't it? He turned to retort Forera's introductory jab. "You and I both know that you can come up with a better insult than—" He stopped, mouth agape when he saw the expression on Forera's face. She was about to... cry? Vulpin blinked in confusion, looked at Ganyma, than back at Forera. The corners of his mouth twisted into a dastardly smirk.
Slinking back into his seat, Vulpin laced his fingers together and watched the two tealbloods interact. He giggled to himself. Forera's secret from the barge revealed itself all too easily. Why, it wasn't even a challenge! It was evident that this was what she was so upset about. The teen on the other hand, he was a new mystery. Clearly, there were some issues between the tealbloods, but just what had he done to get Forera so riled up? Vulpin shifted in his seat, excited to see how the rest of this mystery would unravel.
Except, he couldn't play bystander here. No, they were using him as their middle man. He'd have to cut that nonsense out immediately. "Well," Vulpin tilted his head between the two. "I don't like wrestling, and no, I don't live here. Never have, and never will." Vulpin felt a bittersweet twinge with those last words. He had never planned to live in Old Hemisect City, but the fact that it was now barred from him as a lowblood was frustrating. Vulpin didn't like that kind of restriction.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 11:13 pm
Forera. Before Ganyma knew it, there she was. He hadn’t seen her since—how long? As kids, they’d played together. His age above her was even more apparent now with his size and weathered appearance, but she had grown so much since their last meeting. That same experience had fueled his ambition. Was that why he was here?
He was stunned. He couldn’t register just yet how she was here, not to mention why. He couldn’t read her expressions, so that was no good. She was a whirlwind as always – he smiled and got up from his seat. Ganyma opened his arms and moved forward to embrace her. He hoped it didn’t overstep any bounds – an orderly shifted at the boundary of the room as he made for her, listening in to any whispered conversations in her ear. But there were none. He stepped back and gestured to the seat next to him, pleasant but curious.
“I should ask you the same question. But…” He looked between the two, from the sly orangeblood back to Forera – whose expressions were half-hearted at best. “I guess we all know eachother,” he laughed. Ganyma sat back down and ruffled the now-shaggy side of his head. There was a fair weight off of his shoulders as an invisible checklist was marked in his mind – Forera was safe. He didn’t know if she was involved, but she was fine. She would be healthy soon, like him. One more troll he didn’t need to worry about, and more peace of mind to boot.
Vulpin’s tone was lost on him, though the question that Ganyma posed was just to fill time between the next question. He didn’t seem to be the wrestling sort anyway, pointy and long like one of those furry tube creatures from the plains. He didn’t look particularly snappable though – maybe he was more like a resilient branch or a switch. Ganyma was back to his old wandering mind.
“Glad to know you anyway,” he joked.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 11:19 pm
Session #2 The next RP prompt will be posted Oct. 29th. Surveys can be answered at any point in your RPing before the next prompt is posted.
The following night saw very little of Dr. Resmem. She popped into the meeting room for an even briefer period than she had previously, told everyone how happy she was to receive their feedback, and shooed everyone out of the building.
The group therapy session that night was to take place outside in the Rehabilitation Center's courtyard. The space was about as sterile as the rest of the building. There hadn't been enough time between the construction of the building and its opening for the shrubs to take root, much less grow into any recognizable plants. The majority of the courtyard was paved over with a multipurpose sports court with atheletic dunkposts positioned at either end. A wheeled cart containing balls for a variety of sports sat in the middle of the yard.
"Tonight's therapy session will be physical in nature! Now we're not here to stress you all out with matters of choosing teams and conflict. No! This exercise--ha, haha--is the act of playing together as fellow trolls. You will be left free to bond as you will, and report back later with how you are feeling." Dr. Resmem gestured to the orderlies stationed in this area. Despite still being present, they were positioned much further away than the staff of other parts of the building--Dr. Resmem's idea of privacy.
"The survey sheets for tonight will be handed out when it's time to go back in. Have fun! Bond over shared experiences!"
The doctor scurried back into the building.
Patient Survey of the OHC Rehab Center
TONIGHT I LEARNED:
a) Working together for a goal ensures the success of trollkind across the galaxy. b) Trolls divided are left weak and vulnerable to the void of a meaningless existence. c) Conflict is inevitable, but can lead to progress through the conscientious exchange of ideas. d) There is no need for conflict--only the destruction of the establishment, after which all shall live in equality, indistinguishable from one another.
Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2014 1:52 pm
Ganyma had swapped out his black attire tonight for simple grey sweatpants and one of his old black tank tops. He was sure it was his, though where his councilors had procured it from he wasn’t sure. Ganyma bit his lip imagining a well-intentioned blueblood caught in one of the traps crafted strategically in his hive. If there was anything that could improve his mood, it was physical activity. He immediately began to stretch his limbs, breathing in the cold bite of the season.
He peered around for the familiar trolls and moved forward to get involved in a game of dunkpole. There was plenty of room for other trolls to converse quietly, with less threat of the orderlies overhearing, but Ganyma was thinking nothing of the sort. Clearly it was time for some sweet dunks.
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Vulpin tapped his bare feet on the pavement idly. He felt out of place among all the physical activity, bitter that he couldn't identify the purpose of any of the presented balls. The doctor gave them no information to work on, no rules for these games. In a frustrated huff, he settled down by one of the courts and watched the other trolls play. He would comply with the doctor and partake in this "physical therapy" as soon as he could understand how to win at it.
He watched Ganyma play from afar. Vulpin considered approaching the friendly troll, but he quickly realized there would be no winning against the tealblood. Vulpin was uneducated in these affairs and— more importantly, small. He was simply physically incapable of passing anything over that tealblood's head. It just wasn't possible.
Vulpin's eyes drifted around the court. Where was Forera? He would never admit it to her face, but he was excited to see her again. Vulpin smirked, recalling the earlier night's events. He wanted to know more about the relationship between the tealbloods. He wanted to know both of their weaknesses. Vulpin hummed in thought, and continued scanning the area for Forera.
Until he was rudely interrupted by a ball hitting him square in the face. The orangeblood clutched his face until he felt his warm blood trickling from his sniffnode. He flicked the blood off his hands and scoffed. Reaching down to his leg, he tore off a bit of bandage and held it up to his face to stop the bleeding. So much for physical therapy. He was feeling more stress than what he started with. Dumb sports.
Later on in the night, he'd circle Option C on his survey. He certainly didn't enjoy the conflict he had gotten himself into that night, but things certainly didn't end as horribly as he anticipated.
Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2014 10:52 pm
“Hey!” Ganyma had stopped dead on the court. A hard-hitting troll had lost control of the ball, and tracking the projectile to the sidelines Ganyma honed in on Vulpin. There was blood on his face – oh gog, there was blood everywhere! Rusty – spattering blood. His young blood. Fire! Ganyma felt weak for a moment. His head fogged and his legs wobbled before he came to. “WHO DID THAT?”
He whirled. All trolls around him were fairly innocuous. “WHO DID THAT?” He tensed. The veins in his neck pulsed, his fists clenching. The orderlies finally had something to look at, but as it were they were too far off to do much. Ganyma stormed and stalked. A tense moment passed, with the same demanding bark sounding through the court. The tealblood stopped in front of one of the players, trying to untangle a petrified facial expression. He scowled. “Did you hurt him?”
Finally, Ganyma turned away. He made his way to the orangeblood and sighed deeply through his nose. A slight smile returned to his face, one tinged with worry and fear.
“Are you okay?” He began. Ganyma looked to him to discern his state, leaning down to meet the troll’s eye level. He seemed alright – his nose wasn’t broken or anything (Ganyma had plenty of experience in that department). It was a huge relief. He got hurt, even on the sidelines. Ganyma grimaced before returning to stand. He looked more assured now. He was hardly embarrassed by his outburst. Rather, he intended on making it right. “You can join my team if you want. You just get the ball through the hoop, and you can’t hold it. You have to bounce it. Just follow me.”
A while back, Ganyma would have assured Vulpin of their victory. He wasn’t so sure now. But regardless, it certainly said something that his flare-up had dampened the competitive spirit of the others on the court.
Ganyma would later pick option B, with some hesitation, confusion and second-guessing. It sounded true.
Physical, huh? Forera could live with that. She was feeling WAY better after hanging out with Vulpin and Ganyma(!!!!) especially after "what happened before", but Forera dropped it. She would join Ganyma and the rebels, she was even more sure of that now after she confirmed her doubts that he was alive! He was okay. Everything was okay.
Like a pro, Forera played some feet-ball with sometrolls near the court, but tried to make herself less visible. She had decided to watch them from afar, and not talk to them-- A gal needed some time for herself, thankyouverymuch!! Watching the whole exchange between Vulpin and Ganyma, Forera felt slight jealousy p***k her insides. Ganyma was only allowed to be nice to her!! Okay, well, Vulpin too, but...
With a huff, Forera read the survey and picked Option C.
Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2014 11:24 pm
Session #3 The next RP prompt will be posted Nov 3rd. Surveys can be answered at any point in your RPing before the next prompt is posted.
This night everyone met back in the main hall. Dr. Resmem was the first one to arrive, having already arranged the chairs to her liking.
"Now, then. This is our third night together everyone. We've come a long way since that first night, haven't we? Well I believe we're at the point in our relationship where we can really begin our work recovering from these recent events...
"However stressful things might have been for you, it is important that you remember that you have friends. You have us here at the Rehabilitation Center, and I'm sure you all have friends back home. Take a moment to remember them. Write down their names on these pieces of paper and look at them. These are people who care about you. Share your experiences. Your ideals."
Dr. Resmem spoke continuously in a low, solemn voice. She slowly turned her gaze around the room, having perfected her ability to both speak and give eye-contact.
"Now then. Please discuss with each other--with your friends. Tell them... Tell them what their support and solidarity means to you as part of this program. I will be back later once I've finished processing the data from your past sessions. As your friend."
Having finished her speech, Dr. Resmem stood up from her place in the circle and scurried out of the room.
Patient Survey of the OHC Rehab Center
TONIGHT I LEARNED:
a) Friendship and allegiance to our people is one in the same. Our friendship is our most invaluable source of strength. b) The betrayal of a friend is a fate worse than government culling. c) Friendship is a relationship of support and guidance between equals. d) Fidelity to one's friends and people means nothing in the face of conquest.
